Chapter 270 Chapter 64 The Young Girls
“You stole my things, and you dare to show up in front of me! You must have done this village’s business too! It’s simply unforgivable!”
Verafia’s angry voice rang out. The staff in her slender hand pulsed with golden flame light, generating astonishing magical fluctuations around her. Blazing heat ignited a red lotus in the darkness.
The girl’s scorching golden eyes burned with indignation. She stomped her small boots on the ground, and her delicate body charged directly at the man shrouded in abyssal energy!
“Young Lady, you’re a mage, don’t rush to the front!”
Seeing Miss Phoenix beside him enraged and grabbing her staff to charge forward, Ig thought of shouting this, but then he considered that there weren’t many strangers around, and this little phoenix’s abilities naturally didn’t need to be hidden.
Ophi took a step forward, frost forming on her long boots, and tiny ice shards stirred in the air around her.
The Ice Dragon Girl’s mere emitted magic caused the ground to begin freezing and rapidly spread. Such a phenomenon was a testament to her imperfect control over her power, but Ig knew this was simply because Ophi hadn’t fully adapted to the explosive power within her after obtaining the Underworld Frost Dragon.
Although Ophi’s magic level was still platinum, she was already at the limit of the extraordinary level. It wouldn’t be long before she would smoothly and easily step into a high-level rank like crystal.
In the instant this thought flashed through Ig’s mind, frost-blue magic began to flicker on the frost-white, exquisite skirt of the Ice Dragon Girl, forming skirt armor. She flicked her slender dragon tail and reached for a magnificent dragon spear with her slender hand. However, Ophi’s face was still looking at Ig, and her soft voice carried a hint of hesitation:
“Verafia just said that this person just now did the things here? But, I always feel something is wrong…”
“No matter what, this person is my sister’s enemy!”
Suddenly, in the dark night, vibrant blood-red surged from Fulan’s slender, delicate body. The girl’s silver-white hair fluttered slightly, her snow-white face illuminated by the moonlight, and her pair of blood-red eyes appeared extremely frost-cold.
Originally in Rubiel City, even though they were both platinum, Ariel was much weaker than Ophi. However, after obtaining Oran’s ancestral blood, Fulan’s progress was extremely rapid. A month ago in the Abyss of Deathly Stillness, she alone annihilated over a hundred high-level professional fallen corpse puppets.
Even for the current Ophi, without resorting to her dragon true form, she might not be able to defeat Fulan.
As soon as Fulan’s voice fell, the small wings that suddenly unfurled from behind her exquisite Lolita dress were also rapidly dyed blood-red, and her aura climbed segment by segment within her young body. Crimson blood surged around the girl, and her tender little hands held an ancient long sword. Her tiny, delicate body transformed into a blood-red streak.
Ophi thought about it and felt that Fulan’s words made a lot of sense. So, exquisite frost gauntlets covered her exposed elbow skin, and she gripped the dragon spear with her right hand, charging forward behind the first two girls.
Ig looked at the girls and then at the End he was holding, a look of envy on his face. Dofiraia, standing beside him in delicate high heels, saw the young man’s expression and comforted him:
“Ig isn’t only accompanied by Miss Phoenix, Verafia, but also by a dragon of noble blood. His future achievements will certainly not be insignificant. However, I find this person somewhat strange… Is he Miss Vera’s enemy?”
Dofiraia’s eyes gazed at the staff in her hand, its fluorescent magic runes flickering in the darkness, preparing to strike. However, the girl soon thought of Ig, who was only silver beside her.
If she also left, what if this young man was affected by the aftermath of the battle?
Therefore, the young lady of the Bert family gently put down her staff, the flowing magic light illuminating her face, and she kindly said, “En, I think I should stay here on guard. What if that person suddenly escapes?”
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Gorgeous flames ignited in the pitch-black night, rising like a red lotus. The shining crimson light burned with immense heat, and luxurious golden luster flowed. Amidst the splendor, a dangerously vibrant color emanated, as if to burn away the heavy night.
The flame light melted the blackness, shining on the tall swordsman. He was still shrouded in dense, pitch-black energy. Under the magnificent firelight, his back revealed a massive black sword and his towering figure.
The swordsman raised his palm, and turbid, pitch-black power instantly condensed, blocking in front of him, resisting the scorching heat of the crimson red lotus that seemed to incinerate everything. Blazing flames splattered everywhere, and brilliant radiance shone into the night, only to be swallowed by the profound darkness.
The swordsman’s hand, covered in pitch-black turbidity, grabbed and broke the magnificent, grand blazing flame. He raised his eyes and looked at Verafia, who was approaching with a furious expression, and spoke in a low, hoarse voice.
“Flame Phoenix, I never expected it to be you.”
“Hmph, you still know it’s me! You hateful scoundrel, I won’t let you escape this time!”
Verafia’s exquisite little face looked extremely angry. Seeing her released flames blocked by him, she immediately gritted her teeth in fury, stomped on the ground, and smashed her staff, on which flames were flowing, fiercely at the swordsman!
“Interesting, although you’re using a staff, it’s completely a sharp sword edge.”
The swordsman, shrouded in abyssal substance, praised. Dark magic flowed from his raised palm, blocking the staff the girl swung down.
The vast darkness around seemed to be cut by sharp sword edges. Substantial golden flames flickered everywhere, yet they could never break through the swordsman’s hand blocking in front.
“Such swordsmanship, even among everyone I’ve seen, is considered excellent… And, Flame Phoenix, your blazing flames even seal all traces of surrounding elements.”
“Hmph, you know that, don’t you? But no matter how well you say it, I won’t let you go!”
Verafia’s slender feet stomped powerfully on the ground. The soil around, stained with turbid blood, was scorched by the high temperature emitted by the flames. The staff in her right hand suddenly rose with magic fluctuations as crimson as blood. In an instant, the surging flame elements condensed into a crimson magic sword edge, like a sword pulled from the deepest abyss, capable of severing the sky!
“Condense the flames of the Abyss of the World, gather your heat and blaze into a sword edge that cuts through the sky! Sword of the Crimson Abyss!”
Magnificent firelight surged. At the tip of the staff the girl raised, the converging flames stretched for tens of meters in the sky, forming a massive magic sword edge. The scorching golden flames surging around evaporated all surrounding darkness, and it cleaved down directly at the darkness-shrouded swordsman in front of her!
